Some of us seem fated to come up with our best ripostes on the as we're leaving a party; in French, that's L'esprit d'escalier--"the spirit of the staircase".
February 13: chirography
It's time to practice my chirography--not only do I "owe" a few letters, but there are also two packages waiting only for handwritten notes to be tucked inside before they can be sent.
Winter weather is back, if only for a day or so. It was quite cold this weekend and has been snowing all day. The drive home was fine, though, more wet than anything. Tomorrow is forecast to be fairly decent, and before it snows again we've got another high in the mid-40s. This is a strange, strange season.
My parents have been through a rough couple of weeks. Two of their neighbors passed away. Each was elderly, and both died of natural causes, but it was still a shock. It is a neighborhood that lends itself more toward older people, though, because of its rather secluded location and total lack of outdoor play areas, etc. Still, it's not something one would expect.
Don't leave the important stuff to another day, just in case there is no other day.
[the title quotation is by E.E. Cummings]
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